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steponleaf · 1 year
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very sexy of Nintendo to give me not one but TWO new genders today
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ginny-rose-sixx · 11 months
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Today's gender is a magical mermaid with a passion for karaoke and a love of tacos!
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ace-and-ranty · 9 months
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Nimona, the Comic: If you pay a little bit of attention, and you know a little about the creator, you’ll see this is a clear trans metaphor :)
Nimona, the Movie: (CLAMBERING OUT OF THE DOWN WITH CIS BUS) THIS IS A TRANS METAPHOR. ATTENTION, EVERYBODY, THIS IS A TRANS METAPHOR!
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faelapis · 8 months
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crazy seeing rightwing people calling the barbie movie anti-men considering i’m pretty sure the “i’m just ken” song did more good for men’s mental health than any number of their shitty little incel forums combined
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luvit · 3 months
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brain empty only wolf hybrid könig falling for a domesticated dog hybrid reader and wanting to protect/care for them... like can u imagine könig seeing a silly little dog hybrid with fluffy floppy ears and a fluffy tail and just knowing he has to marry u. because i can. and i have many times :3
also, i love ur writing!! everything u write is so yummy i just want to eat ur whole blog
(gn!reader, mdni 18+)
speaking of yummy, wolf!könig wants to just eat you up. könig can't help that all he wants to do is provide for you. take care of you. protect you. doesn't appreciate when you try to bite back at him for hovering you, circling you like you're prey when in reality he just wants to ensure your safety in his care. why do you keep fighting him on this? he might have to fuck you into submission.
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"hush, pup," he growls, baring teeth at your neck to nip warningly. you've been whining and whimpering under him as he stretches you on his fat cock. thrusts into you so slowly but so harshly it sends your floppy little ears folding in every time. you pout and let out another whine when he goes balls deep into you, accentuating each thrust into you with a rumbling grunt.
the drag back is slow and agonizing as you feel your walls coming back from his monstrous size. makes you feel every inch of him and how he throbs inside of you at the thought of filling you up so nice and full again. that's what excites him to plunge forward so roughly and snap his hips to yours before drawing back again at that slow pace.
"why do you try to push me away when i care for you, hm?" he groans out, glaring down at you. his clenched jaw makes his accent thicker and you yelp when he sends a particular set of three hard thrusts into you to take it out on you. "you bite at me when i protect you, feed you, fuck you. have i not done enough? do you not want me anymore?"
"no!" you yell out when he drags his cock out again, fearful he's going to fully pull out and leave you dry. you whine and it makes him practically purr. you can see the way his eyes lighten and can hear his tail thumping against the sheets, making it feel like he's vibrating in you. from where his cockhead is positioned inside of you it makes him thump it against that sensitive spot that makes you clench. hard.
"no?" he teases. leans in close again and you do your best to not shy away to his predatory gaze. "tell me then. does this big bad wolf not please you?"
"you do! you're the only one," you sob out. begging him to keep fucking you and more. to show him you're regretting snapping at him earlier and grazing your teeth against his jaw in warning, trying to get the upperhand. not realizing how easily he would decide to pin you down to remind you who's in control. "nobody can please me like you."
"right." he says it so plainly. thrusts back into you once and pulls back out, like he's giving you a taste of what you could have. "who, again, is the only one who can properly take care of you?"
"you! it's you. it's you, you, you!" you whine out and throw your head back when he thrusts deep again. he lets out another growl, this time in restraint for himself. he hums in agreement to you as his tail wags at the thought of fucking you like he's been wanting to. now that you've finally yielded.
"that's right, my stupid little puppy." he grabs your hips to anchor himself and get a good grip before going at an animalistic pace. "it's me"--thrust--"me"--thrust--"me!" and one final hard thrust before he starts fucking into you wildly. bites into your collarbone to give you a painful reminder that it's only ever been him and to stake his claim over you.
because he's so much bigger, better, stronger than you! his cute little doggie whose ears fold back at the slightly reprimanding. but who sometimes needs a little reminder when you try to act out. he loves you so much just let him take care of you! let this wild animal pump you full of his seed so he can take care of that sweet hole too :(
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gobstoppercowboy · 8 months
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Shoutout to all my fellow ppl who see themselves as being simultaneously a boy and a girl. People who often wear clothes traditionally associated with their agab, or who don’t feel extreme dysphoria towards their body. People whose gender issues stem from within, and from knowing that they can’t just metamorphosise on a whim. People who’re a multiplicity in of themselves. People who’ve never known a life of gender singularity. People who’ve always been this way, people who’ve never known different. People who live exactly how they are, as confusing and conflicting as it may be sometimes. People whose friends and family would be beyond shocked and surprised if they told them they weren’t cis. People who love being this way. People who love having their own unique version of the masculine and feminine experiences, who use contradictory sets of pronouns. People who don’t really know if they can call themselves trans, but definitely aren’t cis, and altogether definitely don’t really care. People who are boys and girls and men and women and both and neither all at the same time. I love you. We’re the coolest. <3
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iliothermia · 2 days
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valeriapryanikova · 5 months
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goretober 29 : corrupted | hermithorrorweek 7 : season 9
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girlboyburger · 6 months
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today i realized i could draw anything i want, so.
i drew myself a girlfriend
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discluded · 8 months
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jeff: gender and sexuality are made up us: so true your maJEFFsty
(source - thank you to @jeffbiblesupremacy for cutting)
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ghoulinfuschia · 2 months
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He wanted to say hi.
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ginny-rose-sixx · 11 months
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Today's gender is a glittery unicorn with a love for pizza and a talent for breakdancing!
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another day another gender i want but cannot possibly obtain
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stevebabey · 11 months
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question on my lips
kia ora my loves, i'm stuck with writers block on another piece and this is hopefully the cure <3 its all sweetness as usual [established relationship + fluff + 2k words] mucho mwahs as ALWAYS <3!
Steve’s in a bad mood.
Which might be very fair considering the state of the weather outside. Flurries of snow batter against the windows and a hair-raising chill leaks into the panes, painting them in condensation. It’s cold. You don’t want to be caught outside on a night like tonight.
But, somewhere across town, there’s a reservation under Steve’s name that is being wasted. At a pretty restaurant, with 2 too many forks for your taste — but Steve had insisted. Even put on a suit.
And even though Steve has told you he prefers the quieter nights in with just the two of you, he seems quite… miffed that you can’t go anymore.
Maybe not quite a bad mood but… well, it’s a hell of a pout he’s wearing.
Amber drenches the wall of the room, lit by your bedside table lamps — a cozy cocoon that feels worlds away from the blizzard coming down outside. You’re actually quite excited; there’s seldom a comfort like being in Steve’s arms when it’s cold like this. Tangled together in your bed, letting his perpetually blazing heart heat the both of you.
But… he’s still pouting. You’re both unwinding a bit, taking off what you’d managed to put on before the weather took a turn for the worse — but Steve’s stuck, hands in his pockets. He seems to be fumbling with something.
His silence worries you more. Maybe you hadn’t realised how actually upset he was that your plans were cancelled.
He had been mentioning it all week, all month actually- since he’d first made the booking. Some claim that you’d love the food and he loved any occasion to see you all dressed up and drool-worthy— (“Not that that’s not all the time, babe.”)
“Steve?” You say. His head jumps up, hands in his pockets going still. “C’mon, come to bed.”
He softens at your coaxing words. Like the very sound of them, the sweet nature of your words, melts his hardened edges. He nods, tugging off his tie and beginning to work on his belt.
In the meantime, you creep into the bed. It smells like a smattering of something sweet that you know to be Steve’s hairspray, fabric softener, and maybe what you think love might smell like if it had a scent. You sink into it lovingly. Warm. Safe.
Your eyes find him instinctively. Watching, observing, drinking in the sight of your lover soothes you like nothing else. Love spools messily in your chest, like a knotted ball of yarn strewn through your ribs. It aches sweetly. Steve catches you as he’s pulling a pair of sweatpants up his calf.
“You’re staring,” He states plainly, but he’s smiling a bit, lips turned up in the corners. He jumps, hiking his pants up over his hips, and wanders closer.
You nod, hair scrunching against the pillow. Your voice comes out a bit muffled when you speak. “That a crime?”
Steve grins this time. He pushes the covers back, kneeling on the mattress beside you — pausing to push back the hair covering your eyes. He smiles down at you, eyes fond. “If it is, lock me up, baby.”
He pauses, thumb drifting over cheekbone lightly. “I could look at ya all day.”
Something delightful purrs behind your ribs, warm and all-encompassing. Where you would’ve once hidden your face away, this time you just let your glee wash over your face — and let Steve see every second of it. You’re happy. Steve makes you happy.
Steve gives an awed exhale and flops, bouncing down on the mattress beside you. He works the duvet around, bundling up as best he can before his hands begin to search for you. Traversing across the sheets, seeking, til they meet skin. He hums happily. Pulls you into his chest and lets you figure out how you want to wrap around him, like unkempt ivy. He’s warm, as always.
You’re not even trying to sleep yet, either of you, just having a moment huddled up in each other's embrace. The wind whirls loudly outside. You wonder what you’d be doing if your plans had gone through.
“M’sorry,” you say into his chest. It rises and falls with his breath, soothing and constant. “That we couldn’t do dinner. Y’seemed really excited.”
Steve makes a little noise, saying that he agrees. For a moment, your words hang in the air and then he clears his throat, pulling you closer.
“S’okay, not like you can control the weather.” He murmurs his reply. He pulls back to peer down at you with suspicious eyes, a tease on his tongue. “Can you? Because as your boyfriend, I should totally know that, and considering what we’ve seen—“
“Shut up,” you giggle. You poke him in the ribs because you can’t think of a good jibe back.
“Shutting up,” Steve says, before snuggling back closer. There’s another moment of quiet. The window rattles in the absence of words. Steve sighs.
“Just…” He starts. You can already tell he’s got his thinking face on, a little furrow between his brows. “Had some good plans for tonight, is all. Not a big deal.”
“A plan within a plan,” you muse thoughtfully. Steve chuckles. “How layered this night could of been!”
“And instead, you just have to have this, huh?” Steve murmurs, dejection creeping into his voice. Your heart twists. He must’ve planned a lot just to watch it go down the drain.
You pull back from his embrace and catch his eyes, searching his face. Disappointment lingers in his expression and it pushes a pout onto your lips.
“Well, is there anything we can do? That was like your plans?” You ask.
Steve breaks into a grin, giving a chuckle — but a glint in his eyes says he’s grinning for another reason. He stares at you lovingly, eyes dragging up and down your face as he seemingly thinks of his answer. He shakes his head.
“Nuh uh. Nothing we can do tonight.” He says, a tad forlorn. His hand on your back sketches a soft stroke up your spine. You shiver in a good way and Steve speaks again, eyes searching somewhere behind you, imagining something. “Well, not— not the way I want to do this.”
There’s a long pause. At the same moment a soft realisation blooms in your chest and on your face, Steve seems to realise he’s said too much. His eyes widen, the apples of his cheeks turning scarlet.
“Were you gonna—?”
You push back from him, suddenly sitting up in the bed. Your heart thuds loudly in your chest, risking bruising the inside of your ribs with each resounding thud. You don’t even mind because… because…
Steve sits up too, wide-eyed expression still on his face. He looks flushed, taken off guard — he clearly hadn’t meant to tell you today. Well, he had meant to tell you today but he wanted to ask you at dinner, on one knee, and then the storm—
“You were gonna ask?” You squeak. A smile wobbles on your face as you try to rein in your reaction, even as joy floods every nerve. “Tonight?”
Steve seems unsure of the right way to answer. “Yes,” He stammers. Then crushes his eyes closed, dropping his eyes closed to curse. “Shit, I wasn’t supposed— I had it all planned! This isn’t—“
Steve pushes his palms into his eyes for a moment, dragging his hands down his face. You feel a pang of remorse for ruining your own surprise but it’s completely overshadowed by the rampant happiness. You can’t help yourself for what you say next.
“Yes.”
Steve blinks. “What?” A grin grows on his face, like your own is contagious even as he shakes his head. “I haven’t even asked you yet!”
He’s laughing, a glorious sound, and so are you. You're so full of love you feel stuffed like you’ve just eaten, it fills every crevice of your body. You nod. You think your teeth might be aching with how sweet the boy before you is— pouting and giving away his own surprises.
“I know,” you breathe. “But if- when you do, it’s a yes.”
And you’ve known it before. You have known it long before tonight that yours and Steve’s futures are knitted together so intricately that where one goes, the other follows. Still, knowing it and saying it— the difference steals your breath. You feel like a teenage fool again, back to the first time Steve ever asked you, ‘Be mine?’
Steve sinks into the pillows, deflating into them with a blinding grin. Like he hadn’t been sure up until right then. He giggles. Another awed sound, like he can’t quite believe what’s happening.
“Okay,” he breathes. You sink down too, curling up into him. His warmth feels burning hot now as he pulls you back into his arms, the same as he had a minute ago; this time, you swear your hearts are an inch closer.
“I gotta come up with a whole new plan now, don’t I?” Steve asks, eyes shining as he peers down at you.
You laugh a little bit, delirious, and shake your head. Gathering courage, even as your stomach twists up in the best way.
“Nope. You can… you can ask now, if you really want.”
You hope your voice betrays everything you mean; that he could ask anywhere and you would say still say yes. That it didn’t need to be somewhere fancy, didn’t need to be a big spectacle, he didn’t even need to get on one knee and you would still say yes.
Steve stares down at you, drinking in the sincerity of your expression and he softens impossibly more. Smile lines you adore get scrunched up as he gives a shuddering breathy laugh, punched out of him by his own enormous affection. Christ, he loves you.
His hand raises, cupping your jaw sweetly and he tugs you closer to meet him in the middle. You come home to him, lips meeting lips as he kisses you deeply and maddeningly. There are a thousand sentiments in his kiss, I want to marry you and I love you among them.
He pulls back and rests his forehead against your own. His hand on your jaw rubs soothing, fingers tucking some stray hair behind your ear.
“Got a plan.” He murmurs, a wickedly handsome smile on his face as he taps his temple.
You’ll have to wait, it seems. You think you can stretch your patience a little longer, especially for this. Your cheeks are beginning to ache from your smile.
Another quiet moment. Then, your eyes light up with the recollection of an earlier memory. They skirt across the room and land on their target, Steve’s crumpled pair of slacks on the ground. You recall his fumbling with his hand deep in his pocket.
Steve follows your eye-line and the moment he spots what you’re looking his head whips back.
Steve fixes you with a stern look, a warning that says don’t. You move an inch, more to tease than anything — you don’t want to see anything til he’s the one giving it to you — but you don’t get very far anyway.
“Oh no, you don’t—” Steve’s arms around your middle tighten, pulling you closer as you pretend to reach off into the distance.
He shifts you easily, setting you down into the pillows and then squishing himself atop you. You let out a strange noise, a surprised yelp as Steve lightly crushes you beneath him, a slightly maniacal grin on his pretty mouth. His hair is a mess, cheeks still glowing, and he looks utterly in love.
You wiggle a bit, seeing if you can free a limb. Maybe to pretend to escape, maybe to dig your fingers in and hold him closer. Either way, it’s fruitless.
Somehow, you’re not all the mad with the situation; squished lovingly beneath your hunk of a boyfriend so you don’t go scampering around searching for a- for your engagement ring.
“Can I at least get a kiss?” You ask, knowing he’ll say yes. If there’s one thing, it’s that Steve never denies you a kiss if you ask. His eyes look a tad misty as he looks down at you so so fondly, eyes drawing down to your lips.
He doesn’t disappoint.
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luvit · 3 months
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had someone cringe at my dad!ghost bc they said there wasn't enough of it so i blasted out more
when i say ghost as a dad is lowkey rough with his child, i mean it. he can try to be as gentle as he wants but once he realizes that his child can take a bit of roughhousing (and seeks it out because they think it's fun to be swung around) then he kind of goes crazy with it. will deadpan to your face while dangling the kid from their ankles and they're red faced with laughter as he pretends to sell you some type of fish. they're just screaming "i'm not a fish, daddy!" and swinging because they're trying to grab onto his shirt n belly but he dangles 'em too far. tells you it's a lively one today! and then swings the kid so now he's holding them sideways and posing like those fish boy dating profiles you've seen before and trying to woo you in that way. you're mad that it works.
ghost's child is also the type to just cling onto his leg and sit there while he walks around. he pretends not to notice and will playfully look around like "where is that giggling coming from?" and then continues walking because he's in search of the mysterious source of laughter. makes comments like "why is my sock so heavy today" when he's literally barefoot and "maybe my foot fell asleep" so he starts shaking it to wake it up, which makes his child erupt in a series of giggles because it's like a rollercoaster ride. takes it a step further by saying he wants to go on the couch and watch tv, only to lift his leg up and plop it and kiddo down on the couch so now they're trapped under his foot. starts wiggling it and will pretend to go on and on about how stinky it is but the kid is trying to escape now bc they don't want stinky foot. you have to go save your kid who's been calling out your name for the past 5 minutes and when you dig them out ghost will act shocked like "where have they been all along???" while you're stuck having to apparently rub all of his stinky foot germs off your baby.
i like to hc that ghost is pretty bad at cooking if it's not simple things. he has to slowly learn more because you're not always available to whip up your kid's favorite snack, and they get increasingly more and more pushy for it bc they're getting hangry. but it's funny bc one time he tried to make frozen waffles and somehow burnt it. it was like chewing a rock and he stood there dumbfounded. offered that they could go feed it to the ducks they saw on their afternoon walk together, but the both of them just stood there watching the ducks avoid it because even they wouldn't eat it. his kid has learned that asking daddy for food means they get snacks instead bAHAHA. but the one thing he can do without fail is cut them chunks of fruit and make yummy sunny side up eggs for the morning and post lunch snackies. he learned how to cut apple chunks into stars (albeit a little mishapen, but he says it's because no star is the same and there's ones so huge and some small like the ones in the bowl), so every day when it's "star time" it means ghost has to go perform apple cutting like a hibachi chef to a party of one. he will never say no.
but most of all, ghost and baby have a daily scheduled nap time together. they always get up at the wee hours of the morning when you swear it should be illegal to hear them thumping through the house so early. he likes to say the early bird gets the worm but every day is slumped on the couch at 11am in true dad fashion. but atop him and laying on his belly is his beloved child, snoring so atrociously because of all the things they got from their dad it has to be that. it's so cute though and you have a dedicated album to them taking naps together where he has an arm protectively around them so they don't roll off of him and so nothing can get to them. it looks like for the first time he's relaxed and all sprawled out with a leg hanging off the couch and an arm supporting his head while his kid drools all over his shirt.
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